Sunrise: ::waves:: Hey there ya'll! ^-^
Sunset: Uh…whatever
Sunrise: ::whaps Sunset with Mallet of DOOM!:: Why can't you just be nice for once? Why!?! Geez!
Sunset: @_@ ungg…
Sunrise: Anyway, I dun' own YuGiOh an' I never will…SO THERE! HAHAHAHA! THOSE LAWYERS ARE OUT OF A JOB! NOBODY CAN SUE ME! MUHAHAHA!
Sunset: o.O okay…
"talking"
memory, flashbacks, etc.
thinking
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Seto Kaiba snorted slightly, and ruffled the newspaper he was reading. His slim fingers traced each article, skimming through the titles. Stocks were dropping… America attacked Iraq… people in Africa were starving…apparently the world, as we knew it, sucked. Well…looks like there's nothing new… He thought idly to himself as he threw the newspaper to the other side of the long maple table that he sat at.
For a while the elder Kaiba just sat, thinking about something or other, his thoughts drifted and wandered, finding nothing to grasp firmly to. Every once in a while he would take a sip of his coffee and then set it back on the table with a light thump. Without even realizing it, he was scratching the table's surface with his fingernail; making tiny rivets and dips on the surface. It was a habit he had made, he always scratched at something when he was thinking. It was one of his quirks. In fact, only he and Mokuba knew about it.
Mokuba…he was a great little brother to Seto. The best there is, in fact. Mokuba was really the only one who knew anything about him at all. Otherwise he remained wholly a mystery. And Mr. Seto Kaiba wanted it to remain that way.
Seto picked up his coffee mug again, and took a sip, only to find that it was empty. That pulled him out of his reverie long enough to realize that he was rather cramped up. So, naturally, he decided to go on a nice, long walk. Mokuba was asleep, he wouldn't be gone long. With a slight grunt, he pulled himself up and grabbed his trenchcoat off of the coat-rack by the door. And then with a click of a closing door, he was off.
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Outside is was a warm spring morning. It was before six o'clock, so, obviously no one was really around on the Kaiba estate. There was a slight breeze, cooling everything, to a nice temperature. As the breeze caressed Kaiba's face his hair lifted and floated slightly, as if it were alive. Seto's clothes were a black long-sleeved shirt with silver lining on the cuffs and neck, a pair of form-fitting black pants and a black trenchcoat with silver lining also. But, even with all of this padding, he shivered slightly.
There was a sense of foreboding in the air, or so it seemed…But the young millionaire brushed the feeling off. After all, what could happen that he already couldn't handle?
With a slight nod, Seto headed out on the path that led to a small "forest" on the Kaiba property. Every once in a while the breeze would ruffle his hair and his trenchcoat would flick; but this was ignored, Kaiba felt as though he was being followed. He didn't like that feeling at all.
Unconsciously, the tall brunette quickened his pace. And he shifted slightly, so he'd be ready to run at any given time. Even he knew when it was smart to run. His piercing blue eyes often scanned the area, some would call it paranoid, but he would call it safety. A few minutes later, the teen had reached to edge of the forest.
You could tell that the forest had been there awhile. It seemed that the trees were touching the sky. Like, great giants, reaching to cup the sun in their thick fingers. Each and every branch held a tiny blossom. Spring…is so beautiful… mused the teen to himself. Before he slipped into the trees, and hopefully ridding himself of that foreboding presence.
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Unannounced to the brunette, it seemed that he was proper to feel cautious. Not to far away, hidden in shadows, a tall figure watched Seto disappear into the shadows. The man, for he was definitely a man, chuckled darkly to himself. His form was shrouded in a plain, brown robe that had a hood that cast thick shadows across his face.
The man lifted one arm, and the sleeve rolled back to reveal a grizzled, old hand. An old man's hand. And he held something. To the careless eye, it was a normal silver necklace. But to one who looked closely you would see something amazing.
It was a silver band, about an inch-and-a-half wide. In the very center, there was a beautiful, polished sapphire. It looked like a drop of pure mountain water. And in the center of that sapphire, lay a black, twisting thing. If you looked close, you could see that the "black thing" was actually a tiny replica of a Chinese dragon [1] that, strangely enough was moving, as if it were alive.
In front of the old man stood three large men. They wore a similar attire to the old man's. Slowly, ever so slowly, the old man placed the silver band into the hand of the burly man in the center and he spoke.
"Find Seto Kaiba…and put this on his neck…do not harm him though…I must truly see if he is the one."
"Y-yes master…" replied the burly man on the right
"Right away master.." replied the one on the left
And with that, the three men followed after the young millionaire into the forest. The old man watched this wordlessly from his spot hidden in the shadows. And then, he spoke on e last thing.
"We shall see…Dragon Master"
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[1]- you know! Those really long, skiny dragons that are popular among the Chinese myths!
Sunrise: Whoa! I can't believe I wrote that! ^-^
Sunset: You know, that was an evil cliff hanger…
Sunrise: ^-^ ::nods:: yup!
Sunset: ::sighs:: -_-'
Sunrise: I promise that I'll write more if ya'll give me five reviews! ^-^
Sunset: So, until next time…
Sunrise: Ja!